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Mighty oars to take us away from our shores
Our horsemen marshal their men at arms
The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked 
Our swords we hold high
Above our heads, the cross guides us to righteousness
For King and God
For we are the Franks, the Knights of Christ
Glory be to our Lord, and Urban
The council of Clermont shall decree long before us
That we are the divine soldiers, Templar’s in gold battle dress
The bearers of Christ’s will
The heathen Saracens shall lie in pools of blood
Below our feet


Saladin the Sunni of Tikrit 
In the valley of Balbeek his wisdoms took hold
A warrior of the brave, a man of the peace
Whose compassion was ruled by the quill
His sword was of last resort
A man of traditions and honorable intent

The barbarian Franks made it so
The land of Christ could not fall into Saracen hands
Saladin with his Arabian horses and arrows strong
Would show the Franks, their world was wrong
He offered peace and passage too
The Croisades said Christ or death but never YOU
Never, never the Saracens or their evil ways!!!

Facing the Tower of David and the Damascus Gate
The archers fired every quiver and every bow
For six days and nights the ramparts held strong
The Saracens fell one after the other, an arrows slow death 
The Gates of David once more protecting the onslaught on infidel goliaths
The Seventh day they all rested
Saladin’s messengers demanded surrender as the Franks laughed
He warned, I will offer you the Olive branch once, only once
True to his word The Mount of Olives was to be the Scarceness victory
Bailian surrendered, and the crusades where doomed to the books of history

From his teachings of youths wistful past
Saladin was of compassion and honor
The Christians, the slaves the refugees of war
All given safe passage, A gracious Kings heart would save many a soul
No blood would flow on the narrow alleys of Jerusalem
The Sultan of wisdom allowed all to worship in the kingdom of the Levant
Islam was indeed in the golden age

The Knights of Christ
The Crusaders or Gods will
Would draw on one last gasp
Lionheart would lead the fatal entourage
As each horse was lost in battle
Saladin provided Lionheart yet another
Honor amongst great leaders, above all
Compassion won over battlefield lust
The Crusaders fell into the sea of lost memories

Jerusalem is lost
Lost to the heathens
Who have seized the holy lands
The battles lost
Tears we weep for Jerusalem
Tears fall onto the cross
Roads of history
Paved with pain
Tears of Jerusalem
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